Fake Like Me
Barbara Bourland
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CAREY LOGAN
She was the genius wild child of the New York art scene, and my idol.
FAKE
I was a no-name painter from the Florida backwater, clawing my way into their world.
LIKE
When she died, she left a space that couldn't be filled. Except, maybe, by
ME
Everything that gets created destroys something else.
When a fire rips through her studio and burns the seven enormous paintings for her next exhibition, a young, no-name painter is left with an impossible task: recreate her art in just three months - or ruin her fledgling career. Thirty-four, single and homeless, she desperately secures a place at an exclusive upstate retreat.
Brimming with creative history and set on a sparkling black lake, Pine City and its founders - a notorious collective of successful artists - is what she's idolized all her life. She's dreamt of the parties, the celebrities, the privilege. What she finds is a ghost of its former self.
The recent suicide of founding member Carey Logan haunts everyone, lurking beneath the surface like a shipwreck. And one thought begins to shadow her every move - what really happened to her hero?
With a flair for sensational detail and acidic wit, Barbara Bourland delivers a darkly satirical thriller about art, money and identity with a twist so sharp it cuts.
(P) 2019 Hachette Audio
She was the genius wild child of the New York art scene, and my idol.
FAKE
I was a no-name painter from the Florida backwater, clawing my way into their world.
LIKE
When she died, she left a space that couldn't be filled. Except, maybe, by
ME
Everything that gets created destroys something else.
When a fire rips through her studio and burns the seven enormous paintings for her next exhibition, a young, no-name painter is left with an impossible task: recreate her art in just three months - or ruin her fledgling career. Thirty-four, single and homeless, she desperately secures a place at an exclusive upstate retreat.
Brimming with creative history and set on a sparkling black lake, Pine City and its founders - a notorious collective of successful artists - is what she's idolized all her life. She's dreamt of the parties, the celebrities, the privilege. What she finds is a ghost of its former self.
The recent suicide of founding member Carey Logan haunts everyone, lurking beneath the surface like a shipwreck. And one thought begins to shadow her every move - what really happened to her hero?
With a flair for sensational detail and acidic wit, Barbara Bourland delivers a darkly satirical thriller about art, money and identity with a twist so sharp it cuts.
(P) 2019 Hachette Audio
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Barbara Bourland is the author of the critically acclaimed I'll Eat When I'm Dead, a Refinery29 Best Book of 2017 and an Irish Independent Book of the Year, published in the US, UK and Israel. A former freelance writer and web producer for titles at CondÊ Nast and Hearst, she now lives in Baltimore with her husband and their dogs. Fake Like Me is her second novel.
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